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It Is w : sure that we , the 

bs of 1963, dedicate the i960 edition 
of the " bo one ies 

the f ine st Chr i s t : 

3 of life; who h vised us we 
took our first steps in our college 
educ encour; ur 

scholastic achiei ; 

Christian sportsman* 
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On behalf of the I960 GREENBOOK staff, 
the editor wishes to express her 
appr e c ia b :' . o n 1 1 nd s r a t e fulne s s to 
Professor Spangenberg for her guidance 
and assistance in the publication of 



Fe a t ur e ! • 'r i t o r s 
Jo an ' Jo o d , Ed it o r 
Audrey MacK 
Lois Monr 

•y Ziegler 
Carol Cove 

Literary Editors 
Dale G-ilroy, Editor 
Judy Todd 
Nancy Wells 
Fred Wicks 
Carolyn Wooster 

Tom Fir- 
Charles Good 
Jim Phillips 

Business Staff 


Barbara Smith 

ren Speakman 
Jackie tfittke 

Ph o t o fv aphe r 

Helen Nutter 
Dave Trauffer 
Carl Gold 


rilpa crick 


We learn from the past. The GREENBOOK of I960 
brings to you an awareness of Greek ideals, prophets 
of Christianity. 

The Greeks assigned their gods and goddesses 
human characteristics. ius, deity often s; .ized 
ideal humanity. The highest good to a Gre 
personal excellence which ho could achieve by 
It ti] e gods. 

Once, mine Muses were chosen to represent 
1 culture in the arts and sciences. Those 
aesse i t e ch G-ree 1 : a criterion for personal 
excellence and the diverse heri f Wisdom, Mature, 
Victory, and Corner . 

"The unexamined li: r e is not worth living," 
said Socrates . is the c ter of life. 
As freshmen beginnj college career, the only 

Ledge which will be of value to i , 1 be that 
lch will be made our own through using it. 

Nature w; c the playgroun the gods. Now 
it is our environment. We see a plan for lives in 
our surroundings, r a call to service in 

the needs of others, . ' nized 

a environment. 
Success in any venture is wrought, not won. 
chisel our o victory by our willingness to 

sacrifice to achieve our goals. In -■'- 3.C. at 
Thermopylae, - handful of Spartans delayed the 
Lve Persian forces, but the -price of victory 
-. their deaths. I le cost of success in any venture 
has not c ;ed. 

There is always time for enjoyment. The 
well -integrated 1: ill include many interests, 
whether they be the extra-curricular activities of 
colle hobbies enjoyed on - . When we 
least expect it, we "rain ins ' ,nd consolation 
inconsistencies of life. 

But the humanized Greece have been 

superseded by Chr:' . hose human o stion forms 
the of the mature Christian. rough a life 

totally His c n be found the ide Mich the Muses 

of Greece for shadowed. 

"I am the - the Truth, 
and t " f e . N 


Wisdomn is the Yic j^+ u se o-f 
H now I e d a e 

AM) __ . .. ^blJ) IN I I SDQM 

When a former president of Harvard was asked for his 
definition of culture, he said, "Culture is what is left 
after a person has forgotten everything he learned in four 
years of college." Thus I am made aware of the fact that I 
must seek something of understanding, wisdom, and culture, 
"beyond mere subject matters. I must cultivate a strong, 
"broad mental and spiritual foundation on which to "build the 
specialized suer structure which our age demands of all who 
wish to survive. But our age requires culture as much, if 
not more, than specialized skills for survival. Hence I 
must preserve and cultivate cultural values in order to 
preserve my society, and a specialized skill in order to 
preserve myself. 

I B 'J_-iDl OF LOT E 
Leaving home to "begin your own life does not break the chain 
of love for your home and family, but it only lengthens 
that chain. Since 1 left home to come to college, I 
appreciate a great dead more what my home hs meant to me 
and what my parents have done for me. My love for home and 
family has changed since I left home, but that change has 
been a good one. Even though the chain of love was 
lengthened, the links have become stronger. 

Oh, dear, .. ...-ester Civ. ex.m tomorrow, "biology theme due on 
Friday, my English Compos tion has to he done toy 'Wednesday... 
How am I ever going to do it all?.. I could do my theme now... 
Sure is nice music. I wonder if I will have a date Friday.. 
I could go to Wollaston this afternoon. . .Oh, that Western 
Civ.... 1*11 never learn it all , . . .There goes the "buzzer. 
I world er. . .It was for my roommate. . .Time for lunch, I wonder 
what's to eat. ••Oh., goody, cheeseburgers. . .Already two o'clock. 
How time flies.. Yes, I studied all af ternoon. • .We change 
t bles tonight. I ho table . . 

I't.Ml've 3tudi id r e Lng In this library and didn't 

le,;.rn a thing.. Did you notice who Joe was v/ith tonight?... 

TfiAXM) QsastO %l0M»hJ 


In Christian Doctrine II class we were assigned a book to 
read during the semester. The title w s referred to 
simply as Purity of He^rt. It seemed like an ordinary 
assignment to me until I bought the book. In reading its 
entire title I came up with one Christian ideal for which I 
have beon striving for a long time. The title js Puri ty of 
Heart Is to Will but One Thing . I had been having spiritual 
trouble and it se-;med I was going farther away from G-od , 
until I bought this book. It has given me a clearer goal, 
a greater determination to gain a "pure heart". Say this 
title over to yourself and see if you don't feel its effects 
as your repeat it, for truly ourity of heart is to will but 
one thing • 

(lu~*-tt&»~* J 

I have recently become aware of the fact that when an individual 
lives his life on two separate levels, the results are emotional 
instability and s oul- smothering selfishness . Sadly enough , 
this realization has come through long observation of a few 
of my closest friends. My feelings towards Christ have not 
changed; only my feeling of helplessness. -^ue largely to 
their background in religious training, they live only for 
themselves, and in their smug belief that they are "Christians," 
they lead a life o:i: complete self-deception. 

Studying is quixe an art. The quest for knowledge and the 
desire to learn, two factors which make for ge-.uine education, 
are processes which are develo eel slowly, like the dawning 
of the day. When a person really has a desire for learning, 
studying becomes an enjoyable process. This does not happen 
all at once, for a person is usually almost ready to graduate 
from college before he obtains a real insight into 
knowledge. I am only a freshman, but already I am beginning 
to see a faint glimmer of light on the horizon. 

"-^TZoa^ ¥«^t& <2h£w**^ 


In the past year or so, especially since entering college, 
I have discovered that a person ca not be truly judged by 
appearance and first impressions. In past years, if a person 
impressed me unfavorably, I generally did not associate wit i 

him. But in college, where we ore "forced" upon each other, 
early impressions can dissolve as onesees the inner personality 
of another, and perhaps can understand why that person acts 

as he does. If we each made an effort to know and 
understand each other, there would certainly be fewer 
disagreements and misunderstandings. 

Among many things I have learned at college is one hit of 
wisdom from the Lord that I shall never lorget. 

For several years I have been asking myself what I am 
to do with my life, where I will live, what my occupation 
will be. I have wondered whether I should go to the mission 
field or maybe stay here and teach school. But my mind was 
in confusion, I was seeking an answer that would not come. 

During the Missionary Conve ition I sougut especially 
to find God's will* I prayed, expecting God to draw back 
the curt in of time ad say, "1 ok, there is your task on 
earth." However, God's answer was not what I had expected. 

As Miss Jean Darling of India was speaking in chapel, 
tne answer came to me very clearly. The time had not come 
for God to reveal the future; I was not ready to knew • 
Instead He showed me, silently but gently and definitely, 
that I am to take one step at a time, ju .. t one step and 
and not a big leap. I do not know my future, but God does. 
If I keep close to Him, He will guide me a little at a 
time as a mother ge._tly urges her child to walk by herself* 
In His time and in His way God will show me His full will* 

VuM* XMsrtdede^ 

The other day I walked into the room of a favorite 
patient and went to her bedside. Sue was breathiug heavily. 
The nurse cal2e d it "breath hunger," I 1 ,ked at her awhile 
and then left the room and went about my work. 

Ab ut ten minutes later I returned to her bedside. 
I immediately I noticed she wasn't breathing heavily any longer. 
I felt her head. It was not so warm as it had been. Her 
nose was cold and. white. As I pulled back her eyelid, I 
got the coldest stare I have ever experienced. Quickly I 
felt for her pulse. There wasn't any , My friend whom I hsd 
gone to see so many times while working in the Nursing Home 
s dead. 

This was my first actual encounter with death. The 
last ray of sunshine, the 3a st breath of air, the last note 
of music, and tne last sight of peopje was gone from her 
forever. And as I looked at her for the last time, I wondered 
if I would be ready for death when it comes to me. 

(pv^&uu i^ouy^y^oyvu 

Students don't like to uo the unrequired or unnecessar;. 
thing because it takes extra effort and because they 
receive little praise. Some students do the unrequired 
for their own benefit. This is good. 

If students do the unrequired, they are thought 
to be odd a _d sometimes queer. But they gain by doing it. 
This principle is also true in the spiritual realm. The 
more unrequired work we do for God, the more He blesses us. 

000*3 HAftDYLA 

About eleven years ago a little sick boy was visited 
by an old gray-haired doctor. With his big black bag, the 
doctor rambl d into the boy 1 roo t is i * i 
way to a picnic. He was very kind and seemed to take a 
great interest in the boy*s malady. He fingered the area 
of the pain and then with a serious face left the room. 
The orten bag of medicine lay by the bed. 

In spite of his sickness the boy was attracted by the 
instruments in the bag. First, he tried to lister, through 
the stethescope. Then he experimented with the hypodermic 
needle. He continued to peek and poke through the bag 
until, overcome with fatigue, he was forced to lie back 
and rest. 

This was his first glimpse into the complexity of 
medicine. In the weeks and year which were to follow, 
that boy sought and learned more about thy medical profession. 
He is now attending Eastern Nazarene College to take a 
premedical course. I am that boy. 

That night when the doctor came I was given my first 
real chance to see inside the mysterious black bag. The 
next day I was taken to the hospital. Here 1 found myself 
in a quiet, disinfected room, insulated from the bustling 
noise and dirt of the outsiae world. The quietness made 
me lonely, but the smell of the alcohol -ivened my interest 
in the activity going on about me. I scrutinized every 
movement the nurses made. As soon as ± was alone^ however, 
I became scared and homesick. I tossed and turned all 

The next morning a nurse came into my room with a table 
on wheals. Rackes of testubes and bottles of various 
colored liquids covered the top of the table. As she 
started to work on me, she explained what she was going to 
do. She showed me how she took a sample of my blood and 
tested it in the different liquids. Whenever I received 
medication after that, it was accompanied by a full 
commentary. Later that day I was taken to a room to have 
my appendix removed. There I was given a needle which, 
I was told, would make me brave. Sleep came on at a slow 
pace, but the promised bravery never appeared. After being 
rolled out of bed onto a stretcther, I was delivered to 

My interest continued to grow after I left the hospital. 
While still in grammar school I would read articles on the 
new advances in medical research. Then I would dream of 
being a famous doctor. Through high school my childish 
dr^ am began to turn slowly into a reality. Each day 1 grew 
to know how much a doctor could do for mankind. The dream 
of just being a doctor has changed into a plan to become a 
surgeon. The surgeon has long tedious hours of work, but 
he can see direct effects of his work in the lives of others. 
His hands a -e guiued by God. God has revealed secrets about 
the human body to the surgeon. With God's help I want to 
be one of God's handymen who can heal broken bodies. 



The majority of Americans today are looking ior 
security. The average person wants to look like, act like, 
a d be like the society he is living in. As long as he is 
just one of the mass, he feels secure. When he opposes 
society, he becomes an individual, he stands out and exposes 
himself — dumps his sense of security down the drain, let's 
take a look at what effects this modern conformity has had 
upon our own church. 

First, let's note how our beliefs are in opposition to 
conformity and security. We believe that a Christian must 
live with Christ at the center of his life; that his whole 
life is governed with respect to Christ. This doesn't 
leave much room for conformity — governing your life 
according to the dictates of l odern American society — 
because Christ is not the center of the American society. 

Even as the Christian way is in opposition to conformity, 
so it is the answer to conformity. Conformity and the 
quest for security leave the average American in a vacuum, 
with no purpose or meaning in his life. But by making 
Christ first aid central, this weak "little man" becomes a 
strong individual who has a purpose in life, Christ is the 
answer to our society's dilemma. 

Even as salvation is a remedy for the plight of the 
"little man," so this monster, conformity, is a real enemy 
to salvation. Every Christian has been tempted to be lax 
in his zeal and testimony when he has been with a group of 
sinful people. This is the temptation of security — to be 

a mediocre Christian and not make any impact upon your 

own little world. Booming church attendance is no substitute 

for vital Christianity. 

Another area where conformity is an enemy is within 
the circle of our own church. A Christian should have a 
vital prayer life in which all matters are settled between 
him and his Lord, not relative to how other Christians live, 
but relative to how his Lord is leading him. This idea of 
Jiving a life relative to that of other Christians is what 
I mean by conformity within the church* s society. 

The Eastern Nazarene College community is a good example 
of conformity within the church. Many of the leaders and 
students are trying to make Eastern Nazarene College an 
"ideal Christian society". But the actual Eastern Nazarene 
College society doesn't measure up to this ideal. How does 
this situation relate to conformity? Both the Christian 
and the non-Christian are tempted to use this actual society 
as a crutch (simply doing what everyone else does). In the 
case of the Christian, he tends to neglect his vital 
experience with Christ, In the case of the non-Christian, 
he tends to pretend that he is a Christian, In both of these 
cases the person becomes a mediocre Christian who still has 
the emptiness of.. the conformist, L-ut, since the real 
Christian has a personal relationship with his Lord, he basis 
his life on Christ, regardless of how others live. It is 
amazing how close a real Christian will come to the 
"ideal Christian society" (absolute way of Christ — the 
Greenwick time that I.elville. refers to in "Chronometricals 
and Horologicals") , when he has independently sought Christ's 

will in his own life. The » is a "basic "likeness" or 
unity in all dedicated Christians, not "because they look 
at each other and conform, "but becu&se basically God v/orks 
the same way in every dedicated heart. In contrast to 
this temptation of conformity within the Eastern iMazarene 
College society, there are also tremendous resources and 
opportunities for the Christian who wants to grow up 

In conclusion, conformity and a false security are 
real enemies of the Christian. They have left a vacancy 
in the life of the American, a vacancy which presents a 
real challenge to the only thing that can fill it -- the 
salvation of Jesus Christ. 




"There is more to life than increasing its speed" 

- Mahatma Gandhi 

Life is too short for a person to worry over the speed 
with which he accomplishes his objectives. This sounds 
like a contradictory statement at first, beca; the 
logical mind would immediately say that brevity of time 
indicates the need to increase the speed at which goals 
are reached. But let us consider this matter. 

Speed is essentially a relative thing, and can only 
be measured in rela tion to something else. The rate at 
which one accomplishes objectives is thus a relative thing. 
This relativity is a very important psychological factor. 
A change in pace is essentially the basic principle in 
what we call recreation. This pace or rate need not be 
physical movement, but could be mental activity as well. 
To maintain a given speed, a force must be constantly 
exerted on a body to overcome the op osing force of friction. 
The greater the speed with which we work, the greater the 
strain must be to maintain that speed. Thus as a change 
in pace brin : :s a change in the rates of stress and strain 
in the body^ both the body and the mind are refreshed. 

ot only does this relativity exist between the 
different rates in one person's activities, but it also 
exists between the rates in different individuals and 
between the rates of individual accomplishment and the 
rate df time's passage. Even though there is no change 
in the pace of a daily life, much relaxation can be obtained 
this rate differs sharply from the speed of surrounding 

action, especially when the individual rate of 
accompli shment is much slower than what seems to be 
necessary for others. Usually the individual who anxiously 
rushes to meet a deadline is the least consistent in rate. 
He may travel rapidly for awhile, but he usually slows 
down almost to a halt from the initial strain of the 
problem. Then another increase and a falling away set a 
jerky pattern which is quite damaging to the psychological 
outlook. Therfore, the person who sets a slow rate and 
continues patiently to maintain it will probably be better 
01 in the end. 

I have noticed that the people who accomplish the most 
in their lives, who are mout useful to others, and who 
enjoy life the most are those who have set a slow rate of 
accomplishment, and then have patiently kept at it 
throughout their life. The rate affects not only the amount 
of the work accomplished, but also the quality of the work 

done. Perhaps these people have been noticeable because 
the quality of their accomplishments makes each separate 
achievement important enough to be noticed and thus gives 
the appearance of a greater quantity. 


Social acceptance has "become the measuring device for 
everything which is done by ma n . It has become the 
controller of men's minds, actions, and spirits, with 
only the strong daring to transgress its authority. The 
multitudes follow blindly down the path wnich winds and 
turns and eventually leads to stagnation, monotony and 
corru >tion. It draws the weak to the pinnacle of self-deception 
then it smashes them in the depths of frustrations. 

The power to think is the greatest of God's gifts to 
man. It distinguishes him from all other animals. Yet, 
how msny exercise this oower beyond the mere necessity which 
life demands? How many permit themselves to be fettered 
and ch:,inee by the thoughts a*d ideas of others, to be told 
what to do, when to do it, what to like and not to like, 
and above all, what to think and how to think about it? 

Mass media of information axe the dom nant factors in 
this "think not" era. Through radio, television, newspaoers 
and periodicals the gullible public is toj.d which are the 
best books to read, the best plays to sec, the best political 
mac 'rincs to follow blindly, the best people to believe in, 
and so on aid on, tnrough an endless list of betters and 

Man's actions too fail into this stereotyping by social 
acceptance. Clothes designers set the style and the blind 
obey: car manufacturers tell why a new car must oe had and 
the tioughtless rush to purchase them; a. d because "they" 

let their offspring ran wild in a car, nothing will do, 
but the weakminded must push their own children to self- 

Right or wrong no longer holds the ke: to man*s 
thoughts in this game of follow the leader. The monotonous 
cry of "What are others doing?" takes precedence over the 
thoughts and reasoning and leaves only a stagnant pool of 
"black void where once was an active mind, capable of 
discerning good from bad and right from wrong. 

Is it any wonder that the children of this age are 
having difficult;, distinquishing right from wrong and are 

constantly finding themselves more and more frequently 
in trouble? Whs. t have they for guidance? Their parents, 
who have driven the divorce rate to an all time high; those 
s me corrupted people who have turned social drinking into 
dipsomania? The children are victims of the times in which 
t e; live. 

To ask for re -sons in this age of social acceptabilit 
brings forth the worn out reply, "Why not, everybody does 
it, "....the height of self-deception. Is it any v/onder 
that psychiatry is being pressed from ail sides to give 
answers to the un thinking for their mounting frustrations? 
Why not?... the ability to think is necessary in order 
to reason, and thinking itself is not socially acceptable. 



Have you ever become really acquainted with a book? 
I have. To me a book is a very intimate friend. A book 
is something which I have turned to when the odds were 
against me, when trials, sorrow, and death confronted me; 
and also v/hen I needed some enjoyment or pleasure. 

Books have had a prof ond influence on my life . 
love for books may best be indicated by my Christmas list 
on my sixth Christmas. I asked Santa for five books, a 
bookbag, and a Bible. Christinas morning the gifts were 
stacked neatly in a pile under the tree. To one side were 
my five lovely books, a brown leather bookbag, ond a 
beautiful white Bible. Although my mother laughs and 
tells everyone about this "lookishness" which seemed to 
obsess me, little does she realize that my tattered, dirty 
gray Bible will always be my most prized possession. 

Ever since I have learned to read, my Bible has been a 
const' nt companion. When my grandfather passed away, I 
sought comfort in God's Word. It sustained and soothed me 
as no human friend ever could. When Scripture verses 
revealed to me that Grandpa was safe in heaven, my loss 
s jemed easier to bear. 

In September of my freshman year at Eastern Nazarene 
College, after I had said "Goodbye" to my family and friends, 
lonliness and homesickness seemed to torture me. It was 
then that I read in Matthew 28:20: "Lo, I am with you 
alway, ven unto the end of the world." I was indeed 
comforted to know that God was with me when I felt alon 
a nd forsaken. 

Also I have found help and sustenance from the Bible 
through my daily devotions, I have found through experience 
that the Bible is God's wa of supplying the needs which 
face me daily. 

God, through His word, has intr duced me to the best 
friend 1 have ever had. That friend is His son, Jesus. 
This Jesus has told me oi His lowly birth in the stable 
at Bethlehem, of His ministry and miracle-working, of His 
being scorned and rejected, and finally of His horrible 
death on the cross of Calvary. 

I really became fascinated as I read of this innocent 
man's death and of his self-sacrifice to save me from my 
sins. I wept when I finally realized that it was my sins 
that nailed his beautiful hands to that cruel cross. Then 
I prayed that r ould accept my small offering of service 
and love. 

I am glad that the wonderful story of life everlasting 
does not r.nd at the cross, but that it just begins there. 
For in the next few chapters 1 found xhat my Christ could 
not be sealed in a dark tomb. He arose and is alive today 
in the hearts on men ev _ rywhere . 

I love my Bible, my guidebook on the road of life. I 
love it because it has represtent.d all I have ever sought 
after, dreamed of and needed. Other good books have filled 
one or two of my desires and have encouraged me for short 
periods of time, but never has any book supplied my need 
like the Bible. God's Word is my book and I cherish it. 


How Vi t- .1 a Force is the Church Today? 

The church is an organized institution which seeks 
faith in a force and power beyond mere humanity. In the 
United States the church includes many differing beliefs 
and ideologies — for example, , Catholic , Protestant, and 
Jewish. Without the influence of the church moral and 
social excesses would abound. The cruelty of man to man 
as witnessed in Fascist and Communistic cultures would 
be more prevalent. hen surrounded by the churched, even 
the unchurched feel social pressure toward goodness, 
onkind is confused and uncertain of the future. 
Many are anxious. Some are despairing. But those who 
have a hot>e in something above and beyond themselves have 
a responsibility to seek a better moral, social, and 
political life for all. Through the ages much has already 
been accomplished. Foundations have been laid, primarily 
by churchmen, in education, medicine, and justice. 

The fact that in the ecumenical movement one hundred 
sixty Protestant and Orthodox denominations can meet to 
discuss controversial themes with some hope of agreement 
is a vivid testimony as to how far worldwide movement for 
church unity has marched. The platform and work of the 
Council of Churches includes many widely divergent fields: 

1. Precepts on faith and order. 

2. The study of evangelism and the mission field. 
3« The social responsibility of the church. 

4. The struggle for a peaceful world community. 
5« Peaceful inter-group relations. 

Christ is the hope of the world. The ecumenical and 
missionary movements of our time are converging in the 
belief that the whole church has been commissioned to 
bring the whole gospel to the whole world. The need to 
care for the hungry, the thirsty, the naked, the sick, 
the emotionally maladjusted, and the spiritually starved; 
to testify to the world concerning its only hope— this is 
the meaning, purpose, and destiny of the church. 

After many centuries there are still large gulfs in 
churchmanship. The creeos do not properly express the 
commonly held beliefs. Many church leaders think that 
professional skill is an adequate substitute for spiritual 
power. The churches are receiving a small arid steadily 
declining portion of the national wealth. Many Americans 
(some fringe members of churches) are spiritually unaware 
or indifferent. 

In contrast we have a strong, spiritually potent, 
individualistic religious strength. This is being used 
to revitalize the present body. Our churches are the best 
source of national and worldwide strength because they 
already have many dedicated leaders and laymen. The 
churches also have the technical skills needed, a high 
level of personal integrity, and the loyalty of multitudes. 

We cannot escape the conviction that as an institution 
the church of today is playing a less dominant role than 
it has in the past. Nor can we escape the conviction that 
it has the possibility, and", the inherent power, to achieve 
a much more glorious future. 



I am no authority on the subject of falling in love. 
I would only like to express my views on how it might 
happen to me. Another person's ideas may differ from 
mine, for all do not experience love in the same manner. 

"Love af first sight" is a common thought concerning 
love and may be possible. This idea stems from the 
traditional fairy tale of the charming prince meeting the 
princess and carrying her off to his kingdom. Of course, 
they live happily ever after. But to me, love offers such 
consequences and responsibilities that there should be a 
period of growth from its starting point into real love. 

There was once a song written called "Fascination". 
Pe haps this is how love begins. Certainly inlife I will 
meet, many members of the opposite sex who might be suitable 
for me. I do not thoroughly believe in the concept that 
for me there is just one, a one -and -oil. y. I feel that 
there is more than one boy whom I cou.;d marry and live 
happily with. While meeting and getting to know these uojs 
(I do not know whether to call them men or not) there will 
be one who will strike my fancy and I will want to get to 
know him better and be with him more • 

The period of fascination will be followed by a time 
when I will really learn about this person and become 
acquainted with the self that is deep inside and not just 
the part of him m the surface. By discussing our 
ideas on life and talking about various subjects, we shall 
find out our differences and similarities . 

As I learn to understand this person more fully, I shall 
begin to notice his faults, I consider the recognition of 
these faults to be real testing places. If his faults 
become important, undermine my confidence in him, overshadow 
his finer qualities, this is not love. But perhaps it is 
the beginning of love if these faults, although known, do 
not decrease my confidence and faith in him, do not 
overshadow his excellent points, and do not ch.nge my 
feelings towards him. 

Then the time will come when all oi my thoughts will 
be consistently centered around him. I will think on him 
constantly. I will worry if he doesn't appear at the 
appointed time for fear that he has had an accident or is 
sick. And if he is sick I will wish his illness upon 
myself. When I go sho ping, I will want to buy all I see 
for him; I will want to give my all to him. A desire will 
waken within me to be with him continually and do all I 
can for him. One of my aims in life will be to make him 
happy. This will be love. 

And when this love finally comes I do not expect it to 
be static. No, our love will be a conjugal love that will 
grow and expand as the years of our life together increase . 



j .. ] C"L " A ; ' ; A ___ ClTIZe^i 

The crowd had thinned out comewhat by the time we 
aporoached the massive building. Still wandering around 
the hall were a few typical American tourists. Southern 
drawls and Northern accents expressed the varied emotions 
"built up by the lifelike statue of Abraham Lincoln. 

As I climbed the maay stairs to the Memorial, I thought 
about what I would find when I reached the top. Although 
I had seen pictures of the st tue in magazines and books, 
I was totally unprepared for what I saw. 

Mr. Lincoln, with his drawn features and serious 
expression carved in white stone, looked as real as the 
guard standing in the far corner. There was something 
in his expression that seemed to speak aloud. 

When talking to the guard a few minutes later, I learned 
that nearly everyone has the same awed feeding when he sees 
the Memorial statue. The guard told me a story about an 
old immigrant who had the same impression each time he 
came to visit the Memorial. 

Each day for three months Mr. Lejeff came with a pencil 
and a single piece of paper. He would sit on a bench next 
to the wall and look up at the statue for a few minutes. 
Teking his pencil and paper, he would write down a phrase 
from the "Gettysburg Address" and then recite it aloud to 
Mr. Lincoln. This went on until three months later when 
he returned with the happy news that he was now a citizen 
of the United States. 

The guard couldn't resist asking the purpose of his 
daily procedure. Mr. Lejeff answered, "At home I read 

and read ad read, but everything is just words with n 
meaning. I come here, and Mr. Lincoln sits in his big 
chair and listen to me. Then I understand what I read. 
When I talk to Mr. Lincoln, I can hear him say the words 
I try to say, and everything becomes clear. Today I 
passed the test, and now I am a citize of the United 

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College is one of the most difficult places to be an 
individual. It seems that students ere always afraid of 
being "different", and the ones that are "different" are 
oft-jn made fun of or even ignored. Realizing this fact, 
most students will do practically anything in order to conform. 
This fear comes from a basic insecurity, caused by the struggle 
to find a place in the adult world, 

A few students on our campus, however, are not afraid 
to be individuals. They can be divided into two groups. 
First of all there are the students who are so different 
from everyone else in dress, actions, or in some other way 
that others snicker behind their backs. Some of them try 
so hard to be acceptable that they overdo it. These a re 
the ones that deserve sympathy. Then there are the extroverts 
whom nearly ever one likes. They seun. to get awa, ; with 
wearing plaid s^oorx coats and orange shag sweaters. Everyone 
laughs w.-th them, (not at them), and whishes he could be as 
brave . 

These individuals are in the minority. The majority 
of students try to be as inconspicuous as possible . 

Even in classes the fear of voicing a new opinion is 
often evide.-t among students, A professor gives his 
lecture and students write down what he says. Maybe one 
person in the class will question his statements. The 
other students either have no questions, or are afraid of 
being laughed a t or called "Brownie". 

At college there is conformity in the manner of dress. 
We see "everyone" with a crew neck sweater, a white bizer, 

or a trench coat. Those who do not have them want them, 
not because they are a necessity, but because everyone h s 
them. If something is "collegiate 1 * it is acceptable. This 
general acceptance can change a person's natural tastes. For 

example, when pointed shoes first came out, I said I would 
never wear thern. I now find myself owning a pair and actually 
liking them. But if everyone else were not weiring pointed 
shoes, I would never have bought a pair. 

People conform even in religious matters. Most ; : oung 
people at college have standards by which they live, but too 
many times these standards are kept simply because they 
represent what is generally expected of a Christian. 

This fear of expressing our opinions was well illustrated 
by Mrs, V/illiamson in one of her heart-to-heart talks when 
ahe said what a certain girl had said. "I would rather go 
home than reveal what I know. I couldn't stand the social 
pressure that would result if I revealed this information." 
This fear keeps some students from getting the best out at' 
their college stay. 

We live so close together at college that everyone 
cannot be an individual, ./e have to live together in 
harmony, and to do this there must be conformity on some 
minor matters. But we have to be careful that we don't let 
feelings of inferiority or the fear o± "being diiferent keep 
us from being ourselves and developing our personalities in 
a way that will mako us nature, happy adults. 

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How frustrating can English Composition become? As I 
first looked at the syllabus for this course, I thought, 
"Oh, why can't we choose our own topics?" I had many ideas 
that I wanted to write about. Today when I looked at the 
syllabus I was delighted to see that we could choose our 
own composition. However, when I got my pencil and paper 
out I couldn't think of anything that would make an 
interesting compostion. I sat and thought, but finally 
gave up. 

It's seven o'clock now and still no subject to write 
about. .t eight I have to go to Glee Club and at nine I 
planned to study Spanish. Well, Spanish will have „o wait. 
This composition has to be done, and that is that. 

"Hi, there, Carolyn." That was Ion Woods. What 
happened to him today? He wasn't in biology lab. On, well, 
I can't worry about him now — I still have an English 
compos tition to write. 

Look at all these kids writing. They all seem so intent 
upon what they are writing while I sit here and look around. 
Wish I could collect my thoughts. Even my roommate is 
writing away like mad tonight. That's unusual! She must 
be inspired. I wonder what she's v/riting about. No — I better 
not ask her — she'll murder me for distracting her. 

Seven-forty-five. Oh, deer, only fifteen minutes left 
before Glee Club. Wish I could at least think of a subject. 

"Oh, hi, Bill I Sor„y, but I haven't time to talk right 
now. I've only got a few minutes to get a composition 
started. I'll talk to you later. O.K.?" 

He didn't smile. Y/onder if he feels well. Mustn't 
think of him now — composition 

Well, it's now fifteen minutes after nine. Guess I'll 
stay here in the room and try to think of a subject for 
that composition that is due tomorrow. Too bad I didn't 
find something to write about at Glee Club. I suppose I 
could write about Gre^; larkin. No — I couldn't really 
do him justice. Well, another idea gone out the window. 

My, this dorm is noisy tonight! On, no, that call is 
for me. I ho e it's not Ty asking me to babysit tomorrow 

night Why do they always ask me to babysit on Wednesday 

nights? I really shouldn't complain though. They give me 
so much and do so much for me • 

There's a subject! I could write about the advantages 
of having five older brothers. I should save that until 
I h ve thought the subject through. Well, that's not 
helping me with the c mposition for tomorrow. 

Why can't these girls get together play the same 
radio station? This clash of jazz and classical really 
kills me! Maybe if they all played classical, I would be 
inspired. Oh, no, here corals Roommate. I bet she will 
turn her radio on. I'd better not say anything. She might 
get angry and we'll end up in an argument. I don't feel 
like arguing — I have to write a conroosition. 

Pa-'s door is banging. She'll be in here in a couple 
of minutes for our usual "jam session." I just hope the 
rest of the girls don't decide this would be a good room 
to talk in tonight. - - - Well, four extra girls are in 
here now and someone else is knocking at the door. Might 

as well put this paper and pencil away. No composition 
will get written tonight. I just hooe Lrs. Goodnow will 
understand when I tell h^r that a cup of tea, a handful of 
cookies and a talk with the girls was the reason I never 
did get that -omposition finished. 

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On the beautiful campus of old E.N.C. 
Stands Munro Hall and a room just for me. 
The girls living here are friendly and nice, 
Though some have had trouble living with mice! 

"Man in the hall" is a phrase often heard 

By girls on the floors of first, second, or third. 

It's also repeated 'wa„ up on fourth floor 

As girls rush and scurry to get to their doors. 

Some other aspects of life in the dorm - 
When the mail comes, to the boxes we sv/arm. 
, ; e open our boxes with such eagerness 
And we're very sad when nothing's there, . e confess. 

"Uncle Bob" gets the meals which we eat every day. 
He keeps to the budget that we have to gy. 
We know that he does the best that he can 

For we see that he is a hardworking man. 

;e discuss almost everything under the sun 
And have quite a lot of just plain ol' fun. 
There are all types of music coming from rooms 
Except auring study hours when there's silence like tombs. 

Each Tuesday night we all get together 

To pray in our prayer cells because we'd all rather. 

It helps us to grow more spiritually 

And aiso to be better Christians, you see, 

Mrs, Williamson's talks are for our own good. 
She tells us the things that our dear mothers would. 
She gives us the knowledge of her precious years 
in order that we may not shed bitter tears, 

I lii ink we can say we like life in this place 

Even though sometimes it's like a ra trace! 

We have to study to get passing gr des 

But lamps, books, desks, chairs and such things are our aid.s. 

When darkness h s fallen and we're ready for bed, 
It seems so good after our prayers are said. 
Each little white bed snuggled close to the wall 
Seems almost like heaven as in them we crawl. 

We're thankful for those wno live here today; 
For those who have gone and have thus paved the way. 
The many accom :lishments which they have wrought 
Should spur us to living right, just as we ought. 

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otorcycling with my brother through the woods is one 
experience that I shall never forget. Behind the garage 
I heard the deep roar of the cycle's mufflers. "Let's 
go," my "brother called impatiently. I ran to the cycle 
and jumped on behind. With a roar we were off. 

Straight to the woods we headed, The road was full 
of holes, twists, sharp curves, hills, and large rocks in 
the most unlikely places. Then, too, the road was 
considerably higher in the center and had ruts on both 
sides. At one edge was a ditch wet with stagnant water. 
On the other side was a steep bank and of course no guard 
rails. At the speed my brother was driving, one j-ittle 
stone could have sent us sprawling into the ditch. 
However he did not share my anxiety, but whistled a merry 

Finding an eroded gully which once might have been a 
path, we proce ded into the woods. Never have I seen a 
machine so brutally used, but the "oity I felt toward the 
cycle in no way compared with the sorrow I felt for my poor 
aching body. I began to wonder if my brother had gone 

My brother decided to show me how to ascend a steep hill. 
On the left of a clearing was just what he was looking for. 
The hill was so steep a car could never have mounted it. 
I don't think I could have climbed it on foot without 
slipping. Even though I was scared stiff, I would not have 
backed out for anything. He advised me to lean toward the 
hill in case we couldn't make it. That way the cycle 

would not fall on us as we slipped down the hill. 

It took a hundred feet to gain momentum. Then we had 
to cross a mud hole, and from there the hill went almost 
straight up. We backed up the cycle to get a good start. 
Turning the gas on all the way to full spe.d ahead, we 
charged toward the hill. Suddenly I felt something catch 
in the "back wheel. I yelled to stop. Jumping off the 
c; cle, I found about twenty turns of chicken wire wrapped 
around the back axle. This incident did not quiet my 
nervous condition. 

After removing the wire, we tried again. We flew 
down the runway, across the mud, and up the hill. Pebbles, 
stones, grass, bushes, and dirt were scattered in all 
directions. Clinging to my brother frantically, I prayed. 
He gripped the handle bars with the strength of a bull ape, 
and we gained the crest of the hill. 

As we rested, I revealed my fears, glad that we didn't 
have to go back down. "Don't tell me you're scared," he 
said as he pointed out a "No Tresspassing" sign. After 
what seemed like a breathtaking, soul-shaking nightmare, 
we gained the bottom of the hill. I have had enough of 
woods riding. For those who enjoy the sport it is all 
right. But as for me, no thanks. 


She was a Latin lover. No, not a dark, beautiful 
Italian girl, so often associated with romance, but rather 
a lover of romance in the truest sense of the word. She 
was Miss Lewis, my high school Latin teacher, who loved 
Latin above all things. She could have rightly said, 
"There are very few of us left." I am not too sure what 
she would mean by "us", but I know that there are very 
few of them left. 

Her appearance was well, different. Sometimes red, 

sometimes white, and other times streaked with every shade 
between red and white, her hair crowned a head filled with 
many years of stud at home and abroad. She was in her late 
fifties, a big woman, yet not overly big, and she carried 
herself erect. She wore glasses which were off almost as 
much as they were on. 

Miss Lev/is was extremely nervous, very excitable. She 
used to get so exasperated with the class that she could 
not find words to express her feelings. It was not 
uncommon for her to break into tears. She once expressed 
what other teachers must sometimes feel. She said, 
"Sometimes I think I would rather be a wash-woman, because 
when I wash a floor I know it's clean, but with you, I 
don't know whether or not anything is taking effect." 

Miss Lewis lived for Latin. Not only for the language, 
but for th Romans themselves. She was constantly pointing 
out the advantages and high points of the Roman civilization, 
Students used to say that when she died, she would be 

"buried with Caesar. Of course, some were of the opinion 
that Miss Lewis would endure forever. She came through 
many experiences that would have finished weaker souls. 
One time, in a fit of anger, she hacked up, tripped, and 
fell into the wastepaper "basket. Rather embarrassing, 
but she survived. 

Miss Lewis lived eight mi led from the city in a huge 
mansion called Lewis House. On ma^y snowy, icy mornings, 
when even teachers who lived in the city were late, Miss 
Lewis would bet at school on time. She drove a small 
foreign car with an air of determination. She looked as 
though she were aiming rather than driving the car. 

Miss Lewis had strong moral and religious principled. 
Woe to the person caught copying an assignment. She was 
very strict about talking in chapel and often reminded us 
that the auditorium became the house of G-od each morning 
for chapel. Our educational system has nothing to fear as 
long as we have teachers like Miss Lewis, a woman of strong 
character, devoted to her profession, and madly in love 
with Latin. 


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There are many things in our environment that many 
people do not take time to observe. They fail to see 
beyond the obv.ous. 

In the bay near my home on Long Island, there lives 
a little creature. He has no value nor noes he have any 
real purpose. In fact, not many people have ever noticed 
him. He is quite unnoticeable for he doesn't even have 
any color. He is simply a clear glob of jelly that drifts 
along with the tide. But before we draw any conclusions 
about him, let us have a little closer look at him. 

Drawing nearer, we notice he seems to have a 
definite shape. He doesn't just "flow" like an amoeba, 
but maintains an eliptical form like that of a chicken 
egg. This clear el psoid has many fine lines that follow 
the curvature o± the surface, and extend from one end of 
the eli^soid to the other end. These lines look like the 
longitudinal lines of the earth. 

While the sun is shining on this little fellow, we 
see these apparently invisible lines as millions of dots, 
each glistening with all the colors of the rainbow. Inside 
this glob we notice the faint outline of his digestive and 
reproductive organs. There is a thin line from these 
organs to each end of the elipsoid. 

Aside from the presence of these organs, this fellow 
appears quite lifeless. He doesn't seem to move at all. 
Before we form any opinion about his lifelessness, let us 
look at him at night. 

Since it is dark, we no longer see him. But when we 
stimulate him by touching him, each of those little lines 
become luminous. Could this be? He only looked like a 
lifeless glob of clear jelly u: tide. 

Now we see him as f bulous network of luminous lines. 

When I first mentioned this cre.ture, I said he had 
no real purpose or value. But perhaps he is of some worth, 
as I found out ome night. 

One dark foggy evening I started toward an island 
across the bay. About a half mile from the island there 
were some gill nets. As I got farther out, it got foggier 
and I began to lose my way. While I was sailing along blindly, 
suddenly I saw a sheet of light that extended several hundred 
feet tinrough trie water. At first it startled me. When 
I realized what had happened, a feeling of awe came over 
me • The boat had hit a gill net and the net in turn had 
stimulated the jelly fist that were near it. When those 
little globs of jelly git together they can produce a 
b e au t i f ul si ght • 

On the way home from tne island the jelly fish came 
to my attention again. All around the back of the boat 
the water was aglow. The motion of the boat was stimulating 
the jelly fish. Tne light seemed to give life to tne cold 
and clammy water . 

And so we see that this little glob of jelly, while 
most people don't even notice, is realty a fabulous creature. 

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The fall season meant little more to me as a young 
"boy than the opportunity to go hunting and taste the nippy 
flavor of fresh cider. Yet as the hours of quiet meditation 
began to season the responses of my finer senses, I became 
aware of more than the color and cool air that accompanies 
this transition in nature's calendar. The longer I live, 
the more I respect and reverence the approach of this 
season and its particular meaning to me. 

When the crisp autumn air bites my nostrils and the 
deep gray of the autumn sky forms a rippling pond across 
the fading - ight of a failing day, I see the victims of the 
frost falling endlessly to the taut cold ground. Regiment 
after regiment fall prostrate before the face of the 
Almighty in an effort to blanket the ugliness of the 
earth's scared face. Some have a sorbed the warm rods of 
many sunsets, some ha.e become as the yellow pages in an 
aged book, others finish their course in a deep brown hue, 
while still others seem to be little specks of pink ribbon 
dropped by forgetful girls at play, with tne countless 
journeys of the sun's path across the earth, time has re- 
cruited the pigments from the rings of Saturn and 
incorporated them in the fiber of the old folks. The 
cold winds of approaching death seem to distribute the beauty 
of time's visual message. Once more the tragedies of time 
bring forth hidden beauty that otherwise would have gone 

The lined face, the experienced woria, and the. spice 

of life to be found in old folks is a beauty that youth 
cannot hope to c inpete with, in t e same manner that the 
linro monotony of the summer leaf can never conroare with 
the crisp colorfulness of the autumn leaf, 

I cam-iot help being dazzled by the brightness of the 
noon day; but at the same time, I am un: le to express 
the surge of emotion that fills my heart as I watch the 
exit of another day as it blaz s its way out on the western 
rim. The young sapling draws from me a note of sympathetic 
praise, but the gnarled oak commands my respect and 
reverence . 

The fullness of 1 fe produces unparalleled beauty by 
the depth of years. I have no fear of yeilding myself to 
the hand of t me with the ho e that it will be as kind 
to me as it always is to the autumn leaves. 



Who is Herman? What is he doing at E.N.C.? One can 
find Herman in a jar of formaldehyde in the Biology laboratory 
on third floor of Shrader Hall. Herman is my frog, I know 
Heiman quite well, both inside and out. Along with many 
other frogs like him, he plays an important part in learning 
at E.M.C. 

When I first met Herman, he looked up at me with a 
glassy stare. We got along well from the start; he is a 
good friend now. At first, I hesitated to handle him, but 
after an hour or so my fears were gone, and I worked with 
him freely. In my second laboratory with Herman I made a 
shocking discovery. He was a she ! However, it was too 
late to change "his" name, so theoretically, Herman is 
still a male frog. 

I hated to disect Herman, but for the promotion of 
science education I laid the scalpel to his tender skin. 
However, he seemed to understand and didn't say a word. 
Together Herman and I explored has circulatory, digestive, 
and nervous systems. I le rned much from my little friend, 
but now we must part. 

Today is my last laboratory with Herman, and we will 
say good-bye. Nevertheless, Herman is a friend I shall 
remember. He has done much to broaden my education. Yes, 
that is what Herman and his frog family are doing at E.N.C.-r 
opening the door of biological knowledge to young students. 




One day, out of sheer lack of anything "better to do, 
I sat in a window booth of a drug store, downing a malt, 
and watching the people pass by. Since I was in New 
England it wasn't long before something began to change, 
namely, the weather! 

I observed the people with their "Old Man of the 
Mountain" faces. No zest for living was visible. They 
seemed to be bearing the heavy burden of mere existence. 
Then it happened. A cloudburst came rushing down with 
gushes of fresh, clean water. Suddenly everyone seemed 
to be going somewhere, though it was doubtful thath they 
knew just where. Clusters of hunched up, drenched human 
beings scurried along the sidewalk. Youngsters and old 
men alike were hop- scotching from the shelter of one 
shop awning to the next. A buzz of chatter was started, 
probably by the town gossip. She was in her glory now. 
She had an audience that couldn't get away. Miscellaneous 
tidbits could be heard, .,",., .never could depend upon that 
weather man," ..."you might have known, my corns were 
aching this morning".... 

The road itself, since it formed a hill, took on the 
appearance of a big black whale stretching its back out of 
the ocean, with ripples of water flowing off its center to 
the gutters. That slick, shiny black back rolled to the 
bottom of the hill, and as far as the eye could follow. 

Inside the shops, more people than usual were milling 
around. They didn't really know what they wanted. About 
all one could do, anyway, was to stay indoors. 

The general atmosphere was one of modified tension, of 
quick change from the humdrum happenings of ten minutes 
before. People really didn't know oust what to do with 
themselves. Their stale pattern of life had been 
interrupted, and they v/ere secretly delighted. 

Soon the brief rainstorm was over. Sunbeams playing 
back and forth through the drenched atmosphere produced a 
rainbow extending the length of the street. G-od sent His 
showers upon this little town to clear the air and to 
refresh the people who call it their home. 

The street itself looked as though someone had taken 
a hard bristle brush and really scoured it. An air of 
cleanliness penetrated every nook and cranny. 

The shop crowds were filtering out now. People popped 
their heads out of doorways, with one arm raised and 
extended, as if expecting to catch the last raindrop. 

The people seemed to possess a new vitality. A certain 
spring was present in everyone's step, as if this dynamic 

energy must be set free. 

Th&y cor>Que\ who 
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Red Grange, the famed "Galloping Ghost of the Gridiron," 


once said, Only crack teamwork enabled me to make my 

touchdown runs." Cooperation and teamwork are the two 
things that my hobby has taught me. 

For five years my burning ambition was to own and 
drive a car,- any car, at the drag races. At last, I was 
allowed to have a car of my own. Naturally, my first 
question about choosing a car was not whether it had power 
windows or seats, but rather, what would be the best 
combination of engine and transmission to make my car the 
fastest car in the Detroit area. 

Two good friends, Pete Smith and Tom Waylett, helped 
me adjust the carburetor-, set the valve lash and ignition 
until we got the timing we wanted, and make many other small 
changes designed to help us lose that extra tenth of a 
second the difference, many times between victory and 

After a month of testing and retesting we took the car 
to the drag strip at New Baltimore, Michigan. During the 
practice runs we had the low elapsed time in our class of 
15.45 seconds, but we lost the race because a teammate, 
namely me, fell down on the job. After adjusting the 
carburetors just before the championship race, I had 
forgotten to tighten the linkage securely. As a result 
midway through the trophy dash the linkage fell apart and 
I was beaten. 

After this episode the three of us developed a system 
of teamwork and cooperation that, I believe, helped us 

win as often as we did. After getting to the dragstrip, 
Tom Waylett would immediately change the tires and replace 
them with a set of tires made of very soft rubber, which 
gave the car better traction. Pete Smith and I would 
clear everything out of the car that was not secure, and 
unbolt the "lakes plugs." Then I would take the car on 
the strip for a test run. If the car ran well we would 
let it sit until the finals, which were later in the day 
or night. If not, Pete Smith would use his mechanical 
ability to re-tune the car. Although I did most of the 
tuning and engine work at home, Tom and Pete felt that at 
the track I should concentrate only on driving. 

Due to this teamwork and cooperation, we were able 
to win ten trophies and set class records at every strip 
we visited. Our low elapsed time of 14.19 seconds in the 
quarter-mile was one of the fastest recorded stock car 
times in the United Stated during the 1959 season. As a 
fitting climax for this teamwork and coo'-eration we 
received a letter of invition from the director of Detroit 
Drag Racing asking us to participate in the Nationals, 
"the World Series of Drag Racing." Unfortunately, we all 
had to be at college the week of the Nationals. 

Rephrasing the statement by Red Grange, I would like 

to say, "Only crack teamwork and cooperation allowed us 

lat we did!' 1 ) \ 

to gain the success that we did:' 



Lakia, the little Russian dog, is just sitting there on the 
bench in the "big meual enclosure called a satellite. He 
meekly whimpers to those who pass him, as he seeks love 
love from them. Taped to his head, his hands, his feet, 
and his chest a e many tiny wires which are used to record 
his actions and reactions. Once in awhile, Lakia timidly 
twitches in discomfort hut says nothing. He is merely 
thinking of the past years which he spent at tne home of 
his loving master, a little boy named Nikita. These 
thougnts cause him to wonder about his present environment. 
He knows it is useless to cry out, because he has tried it 
before without results. No gentle hand ruffles his fur and 
no pat on the head assures him of love. 

Suddenly he hears a faint rumble which gradually, a^d 
then more rapidly, becomes a deafening, maddening roar. 
As the satellite soars uoward, even upward toward the 
unknown, little Lakia fe Is a dizziness and utter loneliness 
His animal mind does not realize the fact that he is now 
the most famous animal in the world. Lakia, under abnormal 
conditions, continues to survive and to react to outer space 
life, but he gradually weakens. With one last whimper for 
a rescue and for love, he is silent and still in death. We 
thank you, Lakia. We thank you for dying that man may 
someday accomplish his highest goals and desires. 



Nearly two thousand years ago, a very spectacular 
event took place which has changed the world ever since. 
Yet very few people seem to know or care about it. This 
event concerns a men by the name of Jesus of Nazareth. 
This is what couldn't happen, "but it did. 

The event to k place in Jerusalem. When we arrive we 
see a huge screaming mob. What is all this confusion? 
We follow the crowd, and th-.n we see a sad yet peaceful 
looking man standing on a platform. This man is Jesus, 
and He is being tried. 

There is actually no decisive evidence against Him, 
but the jury is the maddened crowd, '^he man is declared 
guilty; His hands are tied and His back is whipped for 
crimes He did not commit. He is mocked and spit upon with 
scorn He does not decerve. Then our King of Kings is 
arrayed in royal colors and given a crown of thorns which 
rips His very flesh. Finally, He is sentenced to die on a 
cross on Calvary. All this is for sins we, not He, committed. 

In the next glimpse we see Him bowed with the burden of 
a heavy cross, slowly struggling up a hill. All around 
th~ jeering crowd mocks Him. No one shows any love as He 
struggles on alone. 

At last He reaches the summit of the hill. There His 
hands and feet are cruelly nailed to the cross He has been 
carrying. Then the scoffing crowd raises that wooden cross 
on which He is nailed. His hands and feet are torn as the 
cross is dropped into a hole. Ihen this godless crowd 

draws "back to watch and scoff as our lord, our Savior, in 
anguish dies. Thus it was that Christ, the Son of G-od, died 
in agony, alone, friendless. 

We find a quiet place and here we lay our Lord to rest. 
The days are gloomy, the nights are all black, and a deep 
sadness fills the place. 

Suddenly, three days later, our Savior walks out of 
the tomb, flings off death and sin, and lives for all the 
world to see. Yet, today, the world plods on in darkness 
of sin, and our blessed Savior's death seems all in vain. 

But His death was not entirely in vain. Some of us 
have loved His name because He diod that we might live. 

It couldn't happen. But, thank G-od, it did! 

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There is a challenge which God puts before us today. 
It is a loving challenge but is seemingly impossible, 
tt-e wants us to bring our deepest and highest wishes for 
ourselves and for others and leave them with Him, no 
matter how impossible they may appear to us or how long 
they have gone unfulfilled. He wants us to bring our 
"impossibilities" to Him ana trust and believe that 
nothing is too hard for Jesus. He wants to give back 
to us our "impossibilities" without the prefix "im" • 

"Is anything too hard for the lord?" It is very 
easy to answer a great big " T ;:0", but when it comes right 
down to practicing what we preach, many Christians find 
it hard to belie e wholeheartedly that He will be able 
to help us achieve this "desire" which we hold deep 
within our hearts. At times Christians do not seem to 
have enough faith to hold on and trust Someone we cannot 
see. -t is extremely hard to believe that things are 
going to be worked out for our own good. It takes much 
faith on the part of the Christian to actually leave "desire" 
and "burden" at the place of prayer. Nothing is too 
difficult for Him when we believe enough to obey His 
will and leave the rest in His miracle-working hands. 

There is one attitude, however, that is unacceptable 
to Jesus. It is a deliberate, continued disbelief in His 
love and power. If v/e refuse to let Him give us our hearts 
desire it will most certainly continue to be an impossibility 
in our eyes. We blame Him for not answering our rxrayer 

when we haven* t asked or trusted Him for that thing. We 
really are missing something by not believing Him for 
everything that we would like to do or be. If we want 
our will to be in accordance with His, then He will want 
the same things for us that we want. "Nothing is too 
hard for Jehoval to do for them that trust Him." 

Examples in the Bille and in Christian life prove how 
G-od can and does answer the impossible request, Abraham 
and Sarah prayed for a son even at their advanced age. 
^aving a child at their time of life was an "impossibility", 
supposedly, but not to our God. The writer of Streams In 
The Desert once said, "It seems so unsafe to just sit still, 
and do nothing but trust the lord; and the temptation to 
take the battle into our own hands is often tremendous." 
But when He shows us that our self -effort hinders, all we 
need do is beli ve Him for everything. We can then sit 
still and watch Him perform His miracles. How difficult 
it is to rescue a drowning man who is trying to help the 
one who is attempting to save him! In like manner, it is 
impossible for G-od to help us when we continually resist. 

We delight to see the impossible accomplished. And 
so does our God. A . \^/ /7 


When we arrive at E.N.C. we form many habits, both 
good and bad. We ao not realize at the time how regular 
these habits become. If we don't pause to consider them, 
we might never realize the bearing they have iroon our 
lives. Last Sunday morning I became aware ot this fact 
and decided to do something about my situation, 

I determined when I entered church this particular 
Sunday morning that I was going to ao many things 
differentl; • My first objective was to enter the service 
of worship with a clear mind and an open heart. I also 
determined to listen to the message and try to comprehend 
the basic ideas of the sermon. For one of the few times 
this year I can truthfully say that I received some help 
from this morning of worship. The Rev, Earl Lee's 
message and counsel concerning the calling of God for our 
lives still remains in my mind. 

After dinner I attended the prayer meeting in the 
arlor for the second time this year. It wasn't the idea 
of not wanting to attend these meetings in the past, but 
there always seemed to be some other matter which appeared 
more important. The time spent in the parlor was rewarding 
as I recognized once again the close unity one must have 
and maintain with His God, 

The next activity of my special Sunday war to go along 
with the hospital choir to help cheer up the sick and shut- 
ins. I enjoyed every moment of the hymn singing, and if 
no one else received help from it, I did. I can still see 

-the face of one elderly gentleman as he lay upon his bed 
with a look of despair on his face. The hospital choir 
is open to all of us, but so few realize the benefit 
that it is possible to receive from participating in such 
an organization. 

In the Bvening I went to a mission in Boston where 
other members of our mission team and I helped to deliver 
the message of Christ to those who bore the deep scars of 
sin. It was here that I realized the challenge that God 
has set before us, and we are hardly touching the 
possibilities that He has given to us. It is hard to 
r aiize the different types of people that make up our 
society until we have such an experience. Hasn't God 
given all a soul which will be lost unless we, as Christians, 
do something to help them? 

When the day came to a close I did not go to bed with 
the idea that I had accomplished something very vital or 
great. Rather, I thought of how little I had done for God 
and how good He has been to me. It was here that I again 
purposed to do more, to win more for Christ. 




Life is a Warfare 

"Life is a warfare, and the sojourn of a stranger in 
a strange land." 

The Christian life is a series of battles and the 
journey of a human through this world en route to his 
future home. 

The warfare of the Christian has "both physical and 
mental challenge as does the life of every person, but 
the Christian's is primarily spiritual. We face the same 
physical problems, and we must use our mental powers in 
dealing with them as do non-Christians. These factors are 
basic and are vita] to human life, but the Christian is 
also in batrble with Satan and the powers of darkness. 

The Apostle Paul described our struggle as a wrestle 
"not against flesh and blood, birt against principalities, 
against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this 
world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." 
Satan has his agents in all walks of life — in government, 
in society, and even in spiritual places. We can turn in 
no direction without encountering the enemy. For this 
reason God has made available to us a complete armor. We 
need not be wounded by the enemy's blows, nor knocked down 
by his power and might. When we face Satan and his forces, 
if we are dressed in the armor of truth, righteousness, 
peace, salvation, and if we are carrying with us the shield 
of faith, we are ready for the defensive battle. This 
blessed assurance is necessary to the maintenance of our 
spiritual life. But should we be content only to defend 

ourselves? Should we not also take the offensive? 
Warfare includes both defensive and offensive action. 

We have a spiritual armor for our own "protection, but 
what do we have for the retaliations The Sword of the 
Spirit, which is the Word of God, and the power of prayer 
are our weapons. When Christ met Satan in the wilderness, 
He defeated him each time with "It is written...." When 
casting out demons He prayed. At His command, they left 
the body of the afflicted. If Jesus gained the victory 
over Satan by the Word and prayer, surel these are 
sufficient weapons for us. We have access to the Father 
and to Christ, and we have the indwelling Holy Spirit as 

The Christian warfare is not only an outward one. 
The greatest battles take place within ourselves. Self 
does not want to be crucified. Until we come to the place 
of complete ytilding of our lives, our wills, our all to 
Christ, we have an inward struggle. The Holy Spirit is 
present, for He entered our lives when we allowed Christ's 
entrance, and He is trying to gain control. Until we are 
emptied of self and sin, the Hoi Spirit cannot fill us 
and give us perfect peace to replace the inward warfare. 
The external struggle continues as long as we are in the 
flesh, tut when the inward war has been won by the Spirit, 
we ha e the po.ver of God available for our use in the 
conflict with Satan and in breaking his domination over the 
lives of those who have no protection against him. 
Temptation is a reality, but we have the power of Christ 
with which to resist it. No longer must we yield to the 

flesh as we did before we received Christ's power. 

,/e are strangers in this world, not because we are 
physically or mentally any different from others or any 
better than they are, out because Satan is the prince of 
this land. We are not subject to his rule; therefore we 
are not citizens. We are here because this is the way we 
must take to get to our promised home. Our Ruler has 
commissioned us, however, to be useful as we go through 
this life. By showing the subjects of this world's ruler 
th t there is a way of deliverance from his bondage and 
oppression, we are able to bring pilgrims with us to 
the Homeland. 




CLASS OF 1963 

BETSY Ba PINE - "Silence more musical than any son . ; 

IA BOAS - "Ever faithful , s true, y u seld 
see her when she's "blue." 

MILDRED COTERIE - "You may think she's bashful, until 

you get to know her," 

ANGIE B^ - "They build too 1- 3 build beneath 

the stars." 

RICHARD CI- INA - "He's quite a self-determined ran, 

ibitlous to do the best he can." 

BILL CLEMENS - "Some folks invest in stocks and bonds, 

but Bill prefers brunettes and blondes." 

CAROL COVE - "The best way to have a friend, is to be 
one. " 

GLEN CU: - "Girls are my enemies, but the Bible 

ys to love your enemies." 

FRANKLI] - ; >od m'nd possesses a kingdom." 

PAT DUTTON - "Happy I am, from care I'm free. Why 
ren't more people just like me?" 

JAC - "All yo~- t do It • 'in 

to thj nk 3f '. e ' : chj : - he ' s 
been in. " 

CONNIE ERCALONI - "Tall and soft spoken." 

RUTH FETTERMAN - "Efficiency at its peak." 

FIALA - "Our Rembrandt." 

HELENA JORDAN - "Naturally nice." 

TOM LINDSAY - "It's reat life if you don't weaken." 

JOHN : - "Oh, just to be ha ." 

DON ~ ORFORD - "Easy ' , that's Don." 

VPHENY - "Never underestimate her." 

KE: :: - "A fabulous character." 

HUTCHINSON - "A s e in her eyes and on her 
lies, a smile." 

PAUL PAULSEN - "Everyone has one true love... now where 

7 basketball. " 

IVA SHOFF - "She may be no artist but she sure can draw 
'lends. " 

DALE GILROY - "This guy is a mystery, we're sure he h 

history. " 

KEN SIPES - "G-ive me life, liberty, and the pursuit 
of women. " 

NANCY WELLS - "I can't heir being merry, when I have 
so much fun. " 

ANN EY^RS - "What J : T e worry?" 

ALBERT SEARS - "The next day is never is - od as the 

night before." 

3ARA I . - "Love " a in her heart , st re in 

her eyes." 

NAO I - "The terrible burden of h nothing 

to do." 

13 - "All has been said. " 

j j - phi "Lips - "Anyone seen my b ;?" 

UNT - "Let any man s I >i enough, he will 
t believers. " 

DICK DIFFENDERFER - "Blessed are the peacemakers on 

rth. " 

ULD - "Little friend- prove 3 riends." 

CY THO "-.S - " othi -eat was ever achieved without 
enthu . " 

PAUL PIERCE - "Character is higher than intellect." 

CARL ALBRIGHT - "The vocation of every man > serve 

other people. " 

IGHARD - "The sleeo of the labor.' an is sweet." 

JOA D - "She is little, she is wise, she's a wonder 
r her size. " 

AN! ITING - "Never say more is necessary." 

ID ' 'IT'S - "Sii ■ tow, y care. " 

KAREN SPSAKMAN - "Man has his will, but woman has her 

y • " 

JACKIE T ' T ITTKE - "Tonight we live, tomorrow we take an 

aspirin. " 

DON DETTERLINE - ""omen? I hate them. They irritate 

e. I just love to be irritated." 

SUE ADAMS - "A head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, 
and a hand in any mischief." 

PA r D - "The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart." 

HELEN :R - "And had a face like a blessing." 

LGN V. r O0DS - "If on! imen were like r cs, you 

could have a nev 7 one every year." 

PAT STUTLER - "Hao-oiness is like fertilizer, it's 
no good 'till you spread it around." 

GLENN BOLEN - "All the world is my olay-round. " 

'T ZIEGLER - "Do not take life seriously, you'll 
never get out of it alive." 

. - "A welcome frie id ever gay." 

'ICY BAIRD - "I "J d that's all I a-." 

BLE - "Just a b '--lucky fellow with 
personality plus." 

BARBARA S! ITH - "Short and sweet with natural char- 
that can't be beat." 

AUDREY M "." - "Put your som " c res on the 

shelf, I came to school to enjoy myself." 

.17 - "Stay the u are and the world is 
yours. " 

CARL G^LD - "Never let your work interfere with your 

KEN ITEHEAD - "I have laid ..side business and gone 

hunt in'-. " 

LOIS MUNROE - "Dresses to dine in, and flirt in, and 
talk in." 

TED HOBSON - "Like all good men, he has a mind of his 
own. " 

BARBARA. ! :30N - "Speech is great but silence is 

greater. " 

DAVE GILPATRICK - "To know him is to like him." 

JANET IRISH - "Music is the thing of the world I 
love most . " 

ELIZABETH MYERS - "Her voice w< s ever soft, gentle and 

low, an excellent thj ■ van. " 

ARTHUR I . - "Gentle in manner, strong in performance. " 

SANDRA IRETON - "Music is veil said to be the speech 

of ■ -Is. " 

CLAUDE DIEHL - "I ne" ct as funny as I can." 

LIN HAMMOND - "Quiet people are welcomed everywhere." 

GEORGE OSBORNE - "Silence is the element in which great 

things ~elves • " 

CAROLYN BOOSTER - "Her happ: d friendly smile 

de her fun to be with all the while." 

LLY STONER - "She is uiet lass, with a charm that 
will surpass. " 

ANN SHA T '. T - "A sweet nature with a host of friends." 

JU'i : L - "A quiet lass, but sweet and gentle, 

always ready to help." 

- "A mind full o rk; a soirit full of 

r ,E - "A sense of humor is w '.en's most 
iluable asset. " 

PHYLLIS VALE - "Quiet people are welcomed everywhere." 

NANCY SMITH - "Quiet and coy, to kn w r is a joy." 

PAT REED - "Like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day." 

IVEY ROBBINS - "If he can't find a way, he'll make 
one. " 

: :TARK - "Wit and wise re born with a man." 

BETTY ' IL IAMS - "A true friend is forever a friend." 

STEVE FERkY - "It seems so easy to be ^ood natured, 
I -fonder why anybody takes the trouble 
to be anything else." 

RUTH OERTEL - "I have no other Oman's reason." 

: : - "Still water runs deep.... need we s 
re? " 

ALWYN ROYALS - "Never let y ur ^rk interfere with your 


DAVE TRAt I - "A r,uiet, hare , Fun lovi 

guy . " 

SANDRA RICH - " , smiling, y; e 

spreads sunshine on he ." 

JUDY TODD - "There is <?reat ability ' 
to cone ne ' s ability." 

KITTY LAN! - hen my heart is full of I 

can't k e . " 

HAR Y : SL - "Ever been . " 

I Z - "Truth is the secret of eloquence 

\ irtue. " 

VIN SPURR - "We p;rnnt, although ko had much wit, 
he ver; ; it. " 

Dl" " - "In quietness and in c I ence 

all k ntrenp-th. " 

: - "A- in ured a soul as e'er trod 
on shoe of leather." 

C-E !AI *G - "Ideals ten live by." 

DAVID MASS" I - "Just born for success!" 

BILL MCALLISTER - "Can't keep a good man down." 

EBVOOD O'DELL - "No wonder my heart sings." 

BAR-t MAHONEY - "Though shy, he's one swell guy." 

CAROLYN" LIEFESTY - "Sorts and songs on her mind." 


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